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By Jody Valley
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Q: My Valentine’s Day was a DISASTER! It would have been better if I were without a boyfriend and stayed home and felt sorry for myself because I didn’t have a boyfriend. But no, I have a boyfriend, or should I say, I had a boyfriend!
It all started out when I expected flowers, since “David” implied that he was sending me flowers… like, so many that I wouldn’t be able to find room for them. He actually said the week before that I should get rid of some of my plants – I have a lot of them – as I would not have room for what was about to “cross the threshold of my abode.” He really said that!
So, I took the day off from work to be home for all this to happen, plus I thought it would be a nice treat for me to really get into Valentine’s Day. (Last year I was a guy who stayed home and felt left out of the Day of Love.)
What did “cross my threshold of my abode” was a cat, delivered by someone who said he was from the Humane Society. It wasn’t even a little kitty, it was a huge cat! A cat with a red bow on its collar, and a litter box – used! Over used! Later, another delivery: cat food, cat toys, and a leash that could have restrained a Pit Bull. Since when do you put cats on leashes, anyway?
I just sat looking at this cat that leapt on my white silk sofa and plopped down on the pillow. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I have never said to David that I wanted a kitty, let alone a fat ugly cat from the Humane Society… like how much did that set him back? Then came the red Valentine’s kitty sweater – a sweater for the cat, not for the new boyfriend!
I barely got done opening the sweater package when I started sneezing – sneezing like I never have before, along with my eyes tearing so bad I could barely see. Just then a friend called me and I told him about the cat, he said that I must be allergic to cats. I’ve really never been around them before, so didn’t think of that. So the rest of the day I pretty much spent my time in my bedroom, but that didn’t stop my tears as I now was crying tears of disappointment and hurt.
About 4 p.m. David calls me. He was all excited about sending me the cat and the cat paraphernalia. I just listened to him blabbing on, all pleased with himself. He thought that he was quite original in his gift to me. He hardly even asked me how I liked the cat, just went on and on. Apparently, he was seeing himself as a good person getting a home for the cat: MY HOME! He had rustled up the litter box from his sister whose cat had died three month ago. (She threw in some of the “already been used” toys.) The Valentine’s cat sweater was his big splurge, actually new!
David and I were supposed to go out to dinner Valentine’s night – he’d probably had booked a hamburger joint – but I told him that I was ill and just couldn’t make it…which wasn’t a lie. I was ILL! Sick from cat fur and sick from disappointment!
Needless to say, this is the end of a three-month-old relationship. I won’t answer a call from him. I’m now free, again, but not free to sit on my sofa as the cat has claimed that for her own. Today, I pretty much hang in my bedroom since I have a TV in there. I go out to the kitchen for food, and to leave food for the cat.
So, that’s where things are now. My friend told me that I will never find a home for the cat as people want kittens, not cats!
My question to you is: What would you do in my situation?
– The Butt of Cupid Arrow
A: I would send the cat and the feline gear to David’s house, special delivery!
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(Jody Valley spent 12 years as a clinical social worker. She worked with the LGBT community both as a counselor and a workshop leader in the areas of coming out, self-esteem and relationship issues. The “Dear Jody” column appears weekly.)